tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295375162024-03-07T01:57:52.550-05:00Anne's OriginalsWhere I blather about my knitting, my kids and life in general.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-482263057915932692011-10-05T22:13:00.002-04:002011-10-05T22:16:01.394-04:00Falling AsleepNick has been having trouble falling asleep lately. Sometimes, to get him to sleep at a reasonable time I'll lay down with him. It is an amazing thing to watch him fall asleep, one minute he's giggling or popping up and down and then next he's sound asleep. It's just that quick, in one instant from awake to asleep.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-11646969453210069922011-10-04T08:33:00.003-04:002011-10-04T08:36:13.164-04:00Be SillyYesterday after Nick came home from school, I asked him what he wanted to do, play a game? go outside & swing? watch Super Why? No. "Be silly" which meant rolling around on the floor giggling. Silly boy. He also told me that he'd gone bowling and seen his teacher from last year. I love when he shares what happened at school. He doesn't always, just the things that are important to him.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-45216761823226580462011-10-03T10:01:00.002-04:002011-10-03T10:05:55.400-04:00School Drop OffNick is at a nearby elementary that is not our home school. One of the 5th graders who's on safety patrol lives in our neighborhood and knows Nick from the pool. Whenever P is on duty when we drop Nick off she makes it a point to come to the car to help him out. This morning she was there and as soon as Nick saw P he had the biggest smile on his face that lasted until he walked into school and I could no longer see him.<div><br /></div><div>It just made my day!</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-32737990292007064522011-10-02T17:59:00.002-04:002011-10-02T18:05:12.233-04:00M.E.'s new door<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivy63GxuyMj1KHHuQN3IVmhOUiIcJ8aczlpYud-Yp2D_JGrvVTPs__RuxLuIeNAe2dCqDdJwcMFPwZvDA5LC5ENS5BUVqgNxzzTLhteRazfqAnIy4K1_J2E1g64tV-tjVceleZPQ/s1600/IMGP2155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivy63GxuyMj1KHHuQN3IVmhOUiIcJ8aczlpYud-Yp2D_JGrvVTPs__RuxLuIeNAe2dCqDdJwcMFPwZvDA5LC5ENS5BUVqgNxzzTLhteRazfqAnIy4K1_J2E1g64tV-tjVceleZPQ/s320/IMGP2155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659018583548363586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSE1Z8M1VyXsw9om6q7jojN-QGAVc2y_xkPT0u9YbK0ZCRr2F9QB2SkIwYunjnvasYqdWWYkJVwqugmMqcr4vN_KFGs1cXEtwVaYtrF4iZxG3S1u2rdLnkYLmim8-dSRl6H0XXA/s1600/IMGP2153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSE1Z8M1VyXsw9om6q7jojN-QGAVc2y_xkPT0u9YbK0ZCRr2F9QB2SkIwYunjnvasYqdWWYkJVwqugmMqcr4vN_KFGs1cXEtwVaYtrF4iZxG3S1u2rdLnkYLmim8-dSRl6H0XXA/s320/IMGP2153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659018578893906626" /></a>K has been working on this for M.E. since the spring, who is a major Dr. Who fan. M.E. was away for the weekend at a church retreat and it gave us the chance to install the door while she wasn't around. She was thrilled and completely surprised.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-75913815594635664272011-10-01T22:23:00.003-04:002011-10-01T22:27:31.172-04:0031 for 21O.K., going to try again this year to commit to 31 posts in the month of October for DS awareness month. Since I haven't blogged in 6 months, don't hold out much hope.<div><br /></div><div>Nick turned 9 a few weeks ago, hard to believe how the time has flown. It is amazing how "normal" or "typical" our family is. Nick is a typical baby brother, he figures out the right buttons irritate his brother & sister the most. Loves to wrestle with his brother (or anyone for that matter). He can pretty much take care of his personal needs.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-69892523223039300202011-04-26T15:02:00.003-04:002011-04-26T15:08:37.437-04:00Bad Mommy MomentsWe've had a couple of incidents lately that show Nick's developing skills and independence and also that we've gotten a little lax.<div><br /></div><div>Last week, at the rehearsal for M.E.'s high school drama production at a local church, Nick decided it was time to go, picked up my purse, walked to the elevator, pushed the correct buttons to call the elevator and get to the first floor. Then he walked out through the parking lot to our van. Fortunately, the church has a security guard who patrols the parking lot who'd grabbed Nick before any harm could come to him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Sunday afternoon, Nick plugged the iron in and managed to burn himself and the ironing board cover.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sigh.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-26481666189853577642010-10-22T22:32:00.002-04:002010-10-22T22:37:19.226-04:00VisitWent for my annual pap smear/well woman visit. When the nurse checked me in she went over my chart and asked was I really gravida 10, para 3. Yep, that's me. Why does it still sting a bit all these years later?<div><br /></div><div>The midwife who delivered Nick did my exam, at first she didn't remember me, it had been about 6 years since I've seen her. She asked about Nick how he was doing, etc. She mentioned that she had seen a couple earlier in the week who have a prenatal diagnosis of DS in their first baby. The Mom was taking it well, but the Dad was having a hard time. If anyone can help them through this I think that Y can. Tonight, I was remembering how kind she was after Nick's birth and how she stayed and rehashed his birth. I don't know how much she knew or suspected at the time, but it was a comfort.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wishing that couple comfort and love as they start down this journey.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-91088561788151787452009-07-07T12:45:00.003-04:002009-07-07T15:45:35.605-04:00GardenDespite not so small interference...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAtA86pYjDtE5zISbxhb8Hd415miFAvQiwpjfW3mFWTxg-APp6R1vVega4MIqEz_WNd_IV7kLkJSmGm85Maiz2mvye2VlzetKIEsTgRtTU-8h3oscHjni6lzvTFGWVB3YDzMVsg/s1600-h/IMG_5439_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAtA86pYjDtE5zISbxhb8Hd415miFAvQiwpjfW3mFWTxg-APp6R1vVega4MIqEz_WNd_IV7kLkJSmGm85Maiz2mvye2VlzetKIEsTgRtTU-8h3oscHjni6lzvTFGWVB3YDzMVsg/s320/IMG_5439_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761728320664386" /></a>We're getting a bumper crop from our garden this year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEPaaX_ABtZuTDgbs895HVvvEP0PAWenN7yMdqwjiCWB6y8PNHiz1uQKp1PhcwAZXJeef4lhAsdboSiEgyh0w1SFU0lJDaaFeZ1Ch6sIzNbj3xpQRt3V41iFIFkX_fznV_Vj9yw/s1600-h/IMG_5437.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEPaaX_ABtZuTDgbs895HVvvEP0PAWenN7yMdqwjiCWB6y8PNHiz1uQKp1PhcwAZXJeef4lhAsdboSiEgyh0w1SFU0lJDaaFeZ1Ch6sIzNbj3xpQRt3V41iFIFkX_fznV_Vj9yw/s320/IMG_5437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761734620217074" /></a>Green and Purple beans<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA14bWOKEq_4LasrEpkzjwXoaZiFhKrcqykyhuySGa5_KisD25e-ZpRYBVHBQTjawDXzHr_XLo3q4xw-Ll_CQkOpiV3iqG1ys-5QN54YdYDNmEGGGVeehKkwLaoAkhWHFdjOVZg/s1600-h/IMG_5465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA14bWOKEq_4LasrEpkzjwXoaZiFhKrcqykyhuySGa5_KisD25e-ZpRYBVHBQTjawDXzHr_XLo3q4xw-Ll_CQkOpiV3iqG1ys-5QN54YdYDNmEGGGVeehKkwLaoAkhWHFdjOVZg/s320/IMG_5465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761736965041970" /></a>Zucchini, Yellow squash, and tomatoes<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrgyPeFE0I7iwqoxVKNpoZ6I7WIlx-82EM0XUHd_ykt_eCrRVni3jvs0i_b2UQGJbBSrGzw0VkfpAIoIPI6PXW4Wvq1cdq6hlBGIxyCBsD3HG2lXm9uKhmX1F2mx2TLcI5PnICQ/s1600-h/IMG_5468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrgyPeFE0I7iwqoxVKNpoZ6I7WIlx-82EM0XUHd_ykt_eCrRVni3jvs0i_b2UQGJbBSrGzw0VkfpAIoIPI6PXW4Wvq1cdq6hlBGIxyCBsD3HG2lXm9uKhmX1F2mx2TLcI5PnICQ/s320/IMG_5468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761741116636018" /></a>Watermelon!!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-72005598785122345032009-07-03T12:58:00.004-04:002009-07-03T13:09:19.484-04:00Grilled Chicken SaladLast night we grilled chicken breasts using my favorite Apple Rosemary marinade. Fortunately, there were two left over, so I made my favorite chicken salad. Here's the recipe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKrtJFwvudb90PO8OeH2VBsJoTen6zWoDTubbRPYtaT-oEtDn0sC5sXVMIf27vMmlggAvjyV5AgQJt1N9n_uOH3gpWzh4n9xmNEUlmMP58BjWQJKkNoEB__AJjXqEGCkzBI1FxQ/s1600-h/IMG_5462.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKrtJFwvudb90PO8OeH2VBsJoTen6zWoDTubbRPYtaT-oEtDn0sC5sXVMIf27vMmlggAvjyV5AgQJt1N9n_uOH3gpWzh4n9xmNEUlmMP58BjWQJKkNoEB__AJjXqEGCkzBI1FxQ/s320/IMG_5462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279722739620434" /></a><br /><ul><br />2 Grilled Boneless/skinless Chicken breasts chopped<br />1/2 Medium Apple diced<br />1/2 C Dried Cranberries<br />1/2 C Pecans pieces<br />1/2 C Sweet Onion chopped<br />1/2-3/4 C Mayonnaise<br />1 T Honey Mustard<br />1 T Stone Ground Mustard<br />Salt & Pepper to taste</ul><br /><br />In a medium bowl mix the chicken, apple, cranberries, pecans, and onion. In a small bowl mix together mayo, mustards and salt & pepper. Pour over the chicken mixture, stir together.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-45220115415426785562009-07-03T12:41:00.003-04:002009-07-03T12:55:08.085-04:00Apple Rosemary MarinadeHere is the recipe for the Apple Rosemary Marinade for the grilled chicken breasts. This marinade also works well on pork.<div><br /><ul>1/2 C Apple cider or juice<br />1/4 C Apple cider vinegar<br />1/4 C Olive Oil<br />3 T fresh Rosemary chopped<br />2 T Honey<br />2 T Stone Ground Mustard</ul><br /><br />Mix together and pour over chicken or pork. Marinate in the refrigerator for 6 hours or overnight.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-12343445359441826292009-06-12T12:42:00.002-04:002009-06-12T12:50:52.326-04:00My Fourth ChildI actually have four kids, bet you didn't know that? My fourth is Daisy the dog. She may not be human but she exhibits the same sort of sibling rivalry the other 3 do. If I hug one of the other kids she try and squirm her way between us. The other day Nate & I were snuggling on the couch. Daisy couldn't stand it, jumped up on the couch, and squirmed her way in.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61yWdXmfuztrvhu45DuD1sDRhFFs7Ez-A7auu0hVsiC4ZMCAP1ucn2BTPXUdwSWPqU_EU1GCtYUc7ZZCS93HT7ZO079ZB_Wpe2-A5fBOutFo_nPNrZHRJ_wbF1VyzluqnuaTuiw/s1600-h/IMG_5328.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61yWdXmfuztrvhu45DuD1sDRhFFs7Ez-A7auu0hVsiC4ZMCAP1ucn2BTPXUdwSWPqU_EU1GCtYUc7ZZCS93HT7ZO079ZB_Wpe2-A5fBOutFo_nPNrZHRJ_wbF1VyzluqnuaTuiw/s320/IMG_5328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346484327917272610" /></a></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-7499865464537587022009-06-12T12:35:00.003-04:002009-06-12T12:39:06.426-04:00Imperative not InterrogativeThis morning, Nate & M.E. got into it (o.k., not just this morning.) Anyway, M.E. comes up with a gash in her heal. What happened?<div><br /></div><div>M.E.: "Nate pushed me into the edge of the cabinet."</div><div>Nate: "Because she pressure pointed me on the side of my head and it hurt."</div><div>M.E.: "I did that because he wouldn't stop poking me."</div><div>Mom: "Did you ask him to stop."</div><div>M.E.: "Yes!"</div><div>Nate: "No, you yelled at me to stop. Yelling is imperative not interrogative."</div><div>Sigh</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-62028935868631008002009-06-11T22:18:00.003-04:002009-06-11T22:26:10.114-04:00Katie BeckettNick is eligible for, and has so far been approved for a Katie Beckett (or Deeming) waiver, which helps pay some of the bills that our insurance won't cover. It is essentially medicaid for disabled children who's parents make too much money to be covered by medicaid.<div><br /></div><div>When Nick was in early intervention it paid the co-pays for therapy which were substantial, at one point about $800 per month. Since he's started school, the therapies are done at school and we aren't billed. We did use it for extra PT the first year Nick was in school and for his orthotics which our insurance didn't cover.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every year there is an annual review, which freaks me out more than any thing else, I don't find taxes anywhere as, um, taxing. And every year I debate whether to apply for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, the review papers came the last day of school. Of course, Nick was late for his annual physical and his doctor had retired. Plus, I didn't have a current copy of his IEP. I managed to get everything, doctor visit included done and sent everything off in the mail this morning. Then came home and realized I forgot a copy of Nick's insurance card. Argh!</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-54038412132615359102009-06-01T10:54:00.003-04:002009-06-01T10:57:49.592-04:00DentistNick seems to take after his big brother in being slow to lose teeth and having lots of crowding. His bottom front teeth had started to come in even though his baby teeth haven't fallen out yet. So, this morning it was off to the dentist to have them extracted. With a little laughing gas he did very well. Even following directions to bite down on the cotton. I'll have to post of picture of his new grin once it looks less gruesome.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-11191163786530170362009-05-31T22:37:00.003-04:002009-06-01T10:54:11.089-04:00Hmm...Last weekend, we took the big kids to see the new Star Trek movie. This weekend, we were talking about the older movies and t.v. series. So, off I went to see if Blockbuster had "The Voyage Home" or any of the other movies. They had 1 copy of "The Wrath of Khan," which was checked out.<div><br /></div><div>So, from my iPhone, I checked Walmart.com. Sure, enough, they had a boxed set of "The Wrath of Kahn," "The Search for Spock," and the "The Voyage Home," in stock. They also had best of collections for the original series and the Next Generation. </div><div><br /></div><div>Obviously, Blockbuster is missing out here. Wouldn't it be logical to think with the new movie there would be interest in the older movies? Or is Blockbuster so focused on just what's available for rent right now? </div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-67791229295804157562009-05-07T13:45:00.002-04:002009-05-07T13:51:13.713-04:00Feeling GuiltyToday is Nick's spring program at school, but he's not going and I'm feeling guilty. He's not going because Nate has a guitar lesson that I hadn't managed to reschedule followed by baseball. He's not going because the program is at 6 and to get him there we'd have to leave at 4:30 but M.E. doesn't get home until then (dang Atlanta traffic).<div><br /></div><div>Not going, will save him sitting in a car for more than 90 minutes in addition to his round trip on the bus today. And he won't really know or care. And I feel guilty about that. I feel guilty that he has to miss something because of his older siblings. And I feel guilty about that. You can't do everything. The other kids have to make choices in their activities but they can make their choices. Sigh.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-23563419087044978062009-04-26T23:19:00.002-04:002009-04-26T23:25:14.471-04:00SuddenlyNick's speech has improved so much in the past few months. He's really trying to make himself understood, to speak clearly and slowly. His favorite movie of the moment is Finding Nemo, and he's obsessed with the diver and mask. So, he's worked so hard to say diver, repeating it over and over. Today, I noticed he's starting to pick up the syllables that he often dropped in words and to pick up words in phrases he often left out. So, bu-els have become bubbles, pole has become ishing pole and the movie "Sages" has become "Ice Age."<div><br /></div><div>I miss sages a bit tho.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-18743068888055432302009-04-24T23:28:00.002-04:002009-04-24T23:31:09.553-04:00Sweet MomentThe other night at bed time, Nick patted the rocking chair and said "sit." So I sat. Then he climbed into my lap and said "sing." So, I did. I know it was partly a tactic to delay bedtime, but, it was a sweet moment, one I miss as the kids get bigger and bigger.<div><br /></div><div>The next day, I was singing in the car and he said "no, sing moma." So, I kept on singing.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-28445521452677807552009-04-16T22:50:00.002-04:002009-04-16T22:54:55.772-04:00AmazingSince the beginning of the year, I've been working on decluttering. Today, I was going through my files of appliance and other manuals, rooting out the manuals for things long broken or that have been given away. One the items was the microwave K & I bought when we moved in together after getting engaged in 1992. On the front page was contact information, an address and a phone number. No email or web page address. Amazing, what we did before the web became such a part such a part of our everyday lives.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-47174588378388313202009-04-10T22:56:00.002-04:002009-04-16T12:31:11.504-04:00Spring Break Activities<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRrKdzag0SE5oxdH6Q9vBrn_xobaqsduQMjBNp05uBRhGM3Vy2RYMJUni-PoE6WR6-_W9lkzxXeA7bDdFNGzQallIqgtsHmUtok46mKIkP-yzf2Ie56F7cVsDj4D_HT13YqLD2A/s1600-h/IMG_5262.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRrKdzag0SE5oxdH6Q9vBrn_xobaqsduQMjBNp05uBRhGM3Vy2RYMJUni-PoE6WR6-_W9lkzxXeA7bDdFNGzQallIqgtsHmUtok46mKIkP-yzf2Ie56F7cVsDj4D_HT13YqLD2A/s320/IMG_5262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325722484098530" /></a><br />For Spring Break, we did a "staycation" Monday, we went to a local pool and swam. Nick was very reluctant to get into the water at first but by the end he put his face in and blew bubbles, held onto my hands and kicked. The may be the summer he learns to swim. At least he should be able to stand in the shallow end.<div><br /></div><div>Tuesday, we went to Chuck E Cheese. I took a book and let the kids run loose. Nick spent most of his time in the overhead tunnels. The older kids went for the games with the possibility of winning the most tickets.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday, we hung around in our p.j.s</div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday, two families we know from an email list came over. We had lunch, played a bit of badminton, played Apples to Apples and the moms hung out & chatted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday, we went to the Georgia Aquarium and the World of Coke. Nick loved the aquarium and practiced signing the words for all the sea animals he knows. His favorite was the beluga whales with the giant tank with the whale sharks, rays, etc. He wasn't too thrilled with the World of Coke until we came to the tasting room.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-16816266952025130202009-04-10T15:50:00.002-04:002009-04-10T15:58:43.222-04:00FriendsWe had two families over yesterday, one local, one from out of town. The moms originally met on a pregnancy due date list in 1998. We now have 10 year old boys, plus six other kids ranging in age from 15 to 6. The kids played together while the moms talked. <div><br /></div><div>We've gotten together annually for 10 years, and have probably not spent more than 40 hours together in real life. It's amazing how well you can get to know someone when you email almost daily for over 11 years. We're shared to birth of our children, the deaths of friends and other trials of life. It's good to have friends.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-67348290732747033602009-04-04T15:15:00.002-04:002009-04-04T15:17:32.952-04:00Another Milestone of SortsThis morning, Nick had his p.j. top on inside out. My guess is that he took it off and then put it back on inside out! He's doing really well on dressing. Sometimes get things on backwards, but hey, sometimes I do that too! Now to work on socks.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-78217875591148676712009-04-03T17:10:00.003-04:002009-04-03T17:27:49.465-04:00Seafood Lasagne<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GEfrNpOXMkSeUvfFcF8HWBVcnxR2dMABNDYhv1TFXadVp3kcD3TRpTYpx28RatEvezYTb9B6nO1b8gYzPG1JLhSwqa7ouZ2DSpRp__uxIWcyUWZm9N2H2gn9VXuxu4aNeHDJfQ/s1600-h/IMG_5237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GEfrNpOXMkSeUvfFcF8HWBVcnxR2dMABNDYhv1TFXadVp3kcD3TRpTYpx28RatEvezYTb9B6nO1b8gYzPG1JLhSwqa7ouZ2DSpRp__uxIWcyUWZm9N2H2gn9VXuxu4aNeHDJfQ/s320/IMG_5237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320576340480694754" /></a>Adapted from The Silver Palate Goodtimes Cookbook, by Julee Rosso & Sheila Lukins. I used to make this fairly often before kids, and had forgotten how good it is.<div><br /></div><div>Sauce</div><div>1 pound medium-size shrimp, shelled, deveined, and poached briefly (I used precooked)</div><div>1 pound scallops, poached briefly</div><div>1 jar (24 oz or larger) Vodka sauce</div><div><br /></div><div>1 box no cook lasagne noodles</div><div><br /></div><div>Filling</div><div><br /></div><div>1 pound container ricotta cheese</div><div>8 ounces cream cheese, room temp</div><div>2 eggs</div><div>1 package (10 ounce) chopped frozen spinach</div><div>1 pound cooked lump crabmeat</div><div>1 bunch scallions, sliced</div><div>1 tablespoon dried basil</div><div>Salt & pepper to taste</div><div><br /></div><div>2 packages sliced mozzarella cheese</div><div><br /></div><div>Preheat oven to 350. Butter or grease 13" x 9" pan</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>Mix vodka sauce, scallops and shrimp. </li><li>Beat ricotta, cream cheese and eggs in a mixing bowl until smooth. Stir in spinach, crabmeat, scallions, basil and salt & pepper to taste. </li><li>Spread a thin layer of sauce without seafood in the bottom of pan. Top with a layer of noodles. Cover with half of the seafood sauce and then half of the crabmeat filling.</li><li>Then add a layer of mozzarella cheese followed by a layer of noodles. Top with the remainder of sauce followed by the filling. Cover with the remaining mozzarella.</li><li>Bake until the top is bubbling and browned, about 50 minutes. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.</li></ol></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudEQ1kTEuhyphenhyphenXIevWXUBUGthuk-ccyabvSgWkWotab3WGqFGR7KX4m0EvbYAmWQCHmwnNrpGCU429WEPLHSRkDNG4rRN0Zc7mtJYvaUvYg4yCXC08GAGlJjv9A8vrGOwI8hllaqQ/s1600-h/IMG_5238.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudEQ1kTEuhyphenhyphenXIevWXUBUGthuk-ccyabvSgWkWotab3WGqFGR7KX4m0EvbYAmWQCHmwnNrpGCU429WEPLHSRkDNG4rRN0Zc7mtJYvaUvYg4yCXC08GAGlJjv9A8vrGOwI8hllaqQ/s320/IMG_5238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320576337023474034" /></a><br /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-27277799071576549692009-04-03T08:20:00.003-04:002009-04-03T17:08:02.534-04:00What a Difference a Year MakesYesterday, Nick had an appointment to be casted for a new pair of SMOs. He did really well, protesting a bit but not screaming the entire time. The orthotist remembered us from last year and commented on how much Nick had grown and how well he was walking. It's hard to believe it's only been a year that he's been walking. There was a time when I wondered if he would ever walk, now, I almost can't remember him not walking.<div><br /></div><div>This time last year, Nick was starting to but 2 & 3 word phrases together. But, the words were one syllable or one syllable of a longer word and the phrases were often echos. Now, he's putting together real sentences with multiple syllable words. The other night in the bath he said "Go way, no wash my hair." He's also started to answer questions about things that happened. We're not quite to being able to ask him about his day but, occasionally, he'll tell us about something big that happened at school. And he actually answered a question in circle time at school.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last year we were working on potty training but not seeing much success. Now, he mostly goes on demand and stays dry as long as we put him on the potty. Now, he can undress himself. The other day he pulled down his pants & pullup and peed on the potty all his own.</div><div><br /></div><div>Self help skills are coming along, he has mastered a fork and spoon and eats cereal with a minimum of mess. He drinks from an open cup without spilling. Undresses himself, of course, I often find him naked in the bath tub! He knows to cover his mouth when he coughs and mostly to use tissues to wipe his nose.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you have a child with delays, it's hard to see progress. Perhaps we need to take a longer view more often.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29537516.post-67333462281630195482009-03-27T17:26:00.002-04:002009-03-27T17:32:12.806-04:00StrugglingI'm struggling a bit with Nick's placement for next year. I'm pretty sure it's the right choice, but have reservations. It feels a bit like a step backwards. Right now, he's in full inclusion in a pre-K class. The recommendation is to put him in a self contained special education class that is partnered with a regular education kindergarten class. Initially, he'll have a minimum of 1 hour per day of regular education instruction along with going to "specials" with the regular education class. I met and saw in action the teacher Nick is likely to have. She's fantastic, and is probably a good fit for him. In know, he'll get a lot more one-on-one instruction which he really needs. But, it's still not inclusion. I have to remember inclusion is what I want and not what Nick may need.<div><br /></div><div>It's never easy is it?</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01817194843470840715noreply@blogger.com2